A week ago Wednesday I had to have a broken tooth extracted. It’s my own fault the tooth could not be saved. I know that and am not upset about it.
Finding a dentist to do it took a bit of work. The dentist I went to a few months ago to remove a wisdom tooth* no longer does extractions. Now they refer patients to specialists who charge 3-5 times more than a dentist would. I can actually understand this. Extractions take time which means seeing fewer patients. Thankfully I found a dentist in this area who still does extractions, does not charge an exorbitant fee, and is an excellent dentist.
Now for the rant:
Gum, please stop hurting. A week after being removed you caused me to go back to the dentist because the blood clot didn’t form properly and bone was exposed. The dentist had to pack some nasty tasting gauze into the hole. I have to keep it there until Saturday. I can still taste the medicine. It’s not the type of seasoning I want to add to my food and drinks. It does not enhance flavors at all. There is a silver lining though. The dentist did not charge me at all for that visit or the gauze.
I’m having trouble sleeping because when I lie down the pain gets worse and I have referred pain to my ear and jaw. Luckily, the pain only happens at night and first thing in the morning. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to function very well during the day.
*It took two hours to extract that tooth. The dentist told me he used every instrument he had. It took so long because my mouth is small, I have very dense bones, the tooth came in sideways, and I grind my teeth at night so I have overly developed cheek muscles and couldn’t open my mouth wide enough to give him room to get to the tooth. The biggest problem was discovered after the tooth was removed. It was abnormal. Instead of growing straight, the roots grew like a corkscrew so every time the dentist rocked the tooth it locked up again. He only got it out by twisting and pulling down. Then the infection spread to my jaw and I ended up having to deal with a TMJ infection.
Sorry. This was longer than I anticipated.
Thank you wife for throwing out my not-yet-empty shampoo bottle and putting your shampoo bottle in the same spot in the shower without telling me so that this morning while sleepy and blind I used your shampoo and now I smell like a poodle.
I am doing the work of three people and getting paid minimum wage.
I can’t leave anything for the next person to do because the next person is a RETARD. Eveyrthing is above her capacity and even if I leave a list of basic things that I just never fucking get the time to do, SHE DOES NOT DO THEM AND NEVER FUCKING GETS IN TROUBLE.
My teeth hurt and the paper I am writing sucks major choad. The professor assigned his book for the class (and it is an OK book), but he asks that we use it and only it for the paper. This guy is such a douchebag. He pretty much make it clear that all the essay questions on the exam are based on controversial topics that are his pet causes, and writing down anything but his own opinion will get you a C at best.
And he tries to crush your hand with his handshake. He’s a wanker. And he wears the worst suits imaginable, but neither of those have nothing to do with my grades. I will include it on the evaluation though. I think this will be my first snarky evaluation.
In my apartment complex, 30% of the residents are Sisters of Notre Dame. They’re having a party downstairs, and I can hear them exclaiming “Oh Golly!!” and “Oh. My. Gosh!!”. They are being really, really rowdy tonight, those Sisters. Bless them all!
Man, I bought some tickets for a concert on an auction site on Wednesday and they promised to rush them to me. They aren’t here yet and the concert is tomorrow. I dont know if they even deliver on Saturday. Cost me $50 too. And if I don’t get them, there goes my excuse to go to Tokyo and hit on the cute bartender at my friends favorite bar. Damn it! (The concert is there.)
Also, I cleverly shaved a few layers of skin off the very tip of my right index finger. It feels really weird and I can barely type with my finger all bandaged up like this. I can’t put any pressure on it at all. I don’t know if I am more mad at myself for cleverly doing this, or at the razor’s packaging designer for making it so damn hard to open (+ not capping the razor to avoid these kinds of incidents…)
It snowed last night. In March. In Dallas. Even for those of us used to dealing with snow, 99% of the remaining population acts like hysterical preschoolers when the ravening hyenas have been released. So, it would be best to have a snow day, right?
How about a late start? That would at least give the snow a chance to melt. Most of the school districts out there are doing a two-hour delay for the start of the day. Couldn’t we at least have that?
But, no. My school takes its cue from Plano ISD, and Plano ISD has decided that school will start on time, the rest of the world be damned. Doesn’t matter that the morning traffic report had wrecks on every major highway and most of the main arteries.
So, the parents are going to be pissy. The kids are going to be insane. I’m going to miss out on a day off in which I could have done laundry, and nearly all my boys are out on a class trip anyways, rendering half my planning useless.
Fuck you, Plano ISD. I hope you die in a fire, and there’s no snow to put it out.
Looked like a blown router outside of Blizz. Pissed me off to no end, but at least we hadn’t pulled any bosses and were able to run last night instead. We lost all the East Coasters (me, the GM, about 50% of the officers), but the people more in the center of the country were fine. I couldn’t find any of them who knew how to run a traceroute though, so I couldn’t force a new route. Oh well.
To that golfer Isenhour who killed a hawk by driving golf balls at it until he nailed it. I would so enjoy breaking my foot off in your ass. If only I could have done it before you killed it.
I’d like to throw a few harsh words to Hughesnet satellite Internet service. We have no cable TV or DSL out where we live (and we aren’t likely to), and I got a pitch about the high speed service available from Hughesnet. We had to buy $400 worth of equipment and sign up for two years. What did we get? Fast download speeds? Yup, but…
It’s inconsistent. Sometimes I’ll pull a big file and get 1Mb/sec throughput, sometimes it’s 50Kb/sec.
There’s a cap to how much you can download before they “throttle back” your account. If my Mac and my wife’s Windows machine both download updates on the same day as my son buys an album from the iTunes store, bam - we’re running at dial-up speed for 24 hours.
The upload speed stinks.
The latency is AWFUL! They may be able to pump a few megabytes pretty quickly, but lag time on World of Warcraft runs about 1,300 ms typically (yeah, that’s almost a stinking second and a half) and often hits 3,000. We get timeouts just about every time we get our email.
(Redwing and Jayn – did you see we’ve created an SDMB guild on WoW? We’re all starting fresh toons. The server is Cairn, and we’re all starting hordies. Just /join SDMB and ask for an invite. The guild is “Burning Dog Legion.”)
I hate to say it, but…duh. That’s an inherent problem with satellite internet (If you want better gaming, get dial-up and avoid Shatt. Seriously. The latency will be better.) The signal has to get up to orbit and then back down again–even at the speed of light that’s a unnoticeable span of time when you’re talking about MMOs.
(Yes, I saw, and I’m already in there. Same name.)
I’ve found that I can solo with casters on high latency and when I do instance runs, I do them in town (my bookstore has DSL). It’s bearable (barely), but Hughesnet completely misrepresented their offerings.
Not all of them, mind. I’m a big supporter of cycling as transport and recreation.
Just the ones who cycle after dark, in dark clothing, with no lights or reflectors. I almost killed one such moron the other night. I saw him at the very last minute and slammed on the brakes. I was tempted to run the asshole down for almost giving me a heart attack.
The St. Petersburg Museum of Fine Art has recently jumped gleefully on the bandwagon of Fuck-Ugly Museum Architecture with the addition of the Hazel Hough Growth. (They insist it’s a “wing,” but that word connotes way too much grace.) Notice how the Museum’s own website logo depicts the original classic, symmetrical palladium-style architecture that the new addition has destroyed irrevocably. They couldn’t have just built the new gallery off to the side, discreetly separated from the main structure, oh no. The addition doesn’t simply adjoin the older building, it looms over and invades it with aggressively hateful blandness.
There’s this indescribable glass-and-steel corridor/airlock structure protruding into the side of, and herniating out the front of, the older building, which now looks like it’s being raped in the ear by a Circuit City. The overall impression is one of distressing cheapness: “We needed more floorspace, but couldn’t possibly afford to match the craftsmanship of the original construction; so fuck it.” They just didn’t care.
Between this bit of nastiness, the horrible design for the new Tampa Museum of Art, and the eye-strainingly wretched additions to the Ringling Museum in Sarasota, it is enough to suggest an active conspiracy to make people avoid central Florida art museums.
Oh, you must live in my neighborhood. Was he also riding on the wrong side of the road, weaving up and down between parked cars and carrying a surfboard, a dog, and a case of beer?
